After Wen Ran left, Jing Xiaocha did not message Wen Jin nor did she call him.

Wen Jin was so angry just now that she wasn’t sure if he would even respond to her message.

That’s one reason. Another reason is that, since Wen Jin is in Ou Yihan’s ward, Jing Xiaocha felt that she shouldn’t disturb them.

She thought she would explain to Wen Jin the next time he comes.

Wen Ran, knowing that Jing Xiaocha wouldn’t message Wen Jin, called him when she reached the stairway.

After two rings, Wen Jin’s gentle voice came through, "Hello, Ranran."

"Brother, where are you now?"

"I’m in Yihan’s ward. What’s up?"

"I’m in the stairway, can you come out for a moment? I have something to tell you," Wen Ran said calmly.

"Okay, give me two minutes."

Two minutes later, Wen Jin emerged from Ou Yihan’s ward and came to the stairway, calling out to Wen Ran who had her back to him, "Ranran."

Upon hearing his voice, Wen Ran turned her head and gave Wen Jin a slight smile, "So, have you calmed down?"

Wen Jin’s eyes shimmered slightly. He knew Wen Ran had already asked Jing Xiaocha and learned the reason.

Even if he was angry, he wouldn’t show it in front of Wen Ran.

He smiled immediately, "What do you want to talk about?"

Wen Ran let out a long sigh, "I already know why you’re mad at Xiaocha. You didn’t listen to her explanation, did you? Isn’t that a bit unfair?"

"I can’t think of any reason worth her letting Zheng Shirui go for Jin Zheyu’s sake."

Saying this, Wen Jin was still quite agitated, so much so that his voice was somewhat stiff.

His expression also subtly shifted.

"Xiaocha just told me that back when they were abroad, Jin Zheyu got injured because of her. He came today to ask her to repay the favor."

"Jin Zheyu got injured because of her?"

Wen Jin furrowed his brow slightly, repeating Wen Ran’s words in a low voice.

"Yes, otherwise why do you think Xiaocha would agree to Jin Zheyu? She just didn’t want to owe him. She also told me that from now on, she and Jin Zheyu are strangers."

A glimmer appeared deep in Wen Jin’s eyes; earlier he was indeed too angry to hear Xiaocha’s explanation.

He never liked Jin Zheyu.

Anything involving Jin Zheyu made it hard for him to control his emotions.

Now that he’s heard Wen Ran’s explanation, his anger subsided slightly, but he still felt Jing Xiaocha shouldn’t have let Zheng Shirui off so easily.

Zheng Shirui won’t stop holding a grudge just because she was let go.

She would only become more severe, believing that even if she harmed Jing Xiaocha, there was nothing Jing Xiaocha could do to her.

Like Wen Ran said, Wen Jin cared too much, which is why he was so angry.

Wen Ran observed the changes in Wen Jin’s expression, and seeing that he was no longer so angry, she softly said, "Brother, Xiaocha is a patient now. Making her so upset is not good for her wound healing. When I visited just now, I saw her eyes were red."

On his face, Wen Jin’s expression remained unchanged, though his heart tightened slightly.

Arguments and anger are never just one person’s problem. He was upset that Jing Xiaocha held Jin Zheyu in such high regard, essentially because he was jealous. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Meanwhile, Jing Xiaocha was upset that he didn’t listen to her explanation.

"You better go up and see her, I’ll go find Mo Xiuchen."

"Ranran, thank you."

Wen Ran pursed her lips, awkwardly saying a word of thanks.

Wen Ran lightly smiled, raised her eyebrows, and said, "I just want to eat wedding candies sooner."

Aunt Chen had brought Wen Jin’s lunch, so he didn’t hesitate. After Wen Ran left, he went upstairs directly back to Jing Xiaocha’s ward.

Aunt Chen was sitting by the bed with Jing Xiaocha. When she saw Wen Jin come in, she stood up.

Wen Jin let Aunt Chen leave first.

After Aunt Chen left, only he and Jing Xiaocha were left in the ward.

The atmosphere was slightly stiff.

Jing Xiaocha kept her head down while eating, not speaking or looking at Wen Jin.

If you looked closely, you’d notice her movements were a bit stiff, her heartbeat slightly erratic because of Wen Jin’s presence.

"Are you mad at me?"

Wen Jin’s tall figure stood beside the bed, not immediately serving himself food, but instead looking down at Jing Xiaocha, who was eating with her head down.

"No."

Jing Xiaocha’s voice was stiff, and her eating motions came to a halt.

Still, she didn’t lift her head.

Seeing her angry expression, Wen Jin’s own anger dissipated instead. He recalled Wen Ran saying her eyes were red earlier, and a hint of heartache rose in him.

After hesitating for a moment, he squatted down beside the bed, and his distinct fingers reached under Jing Xiaocha’s chin, lifting it slightly.

Jing Xiaocha’s body went stiff.

Her small face, previously lowered, was forced upwards by his action.

Yet, her clear eyes were unwilling to meet his gaze, slightly averting them.

Wen Jin’s lips curved slightly, the faint mint scent mixed with the warm male aura invaded the air around her nose, lingering around her breath.

Jing Xiaocha instinctively swallowed the food in her mouth, unsure if it was the warmth from his fingertips that made her uncomfortable or the air around her nose being stolen, but a light blush crept onto her pale cheeks.

"Ranran has told me."

Wen Jin’s voice was gentle, with a hint of hoarseness.

The proximity between them at this moment lent an air of intimacy to the atmosphere.

Jing Xiaocha pressed her lips together, unsure of what to say.

She only felt her heartbeat accelerating.

"I shouldn’t have left in anger earlier. Don’t be mad at me anymore, I’ll listen to your explanation." Wen Jin was actually apologizing to her.

This realization reached her brain, making Jing Xiaocha’s heart skip a beat.

However, the inexplicable grievance in her heart resurfaced again, causing her to press her lips tighter.

Her look was stubborn.

"Xiaocha, didn’t you say earlier that you wanted to explain to me?"

Seeing her not speaking, Wen Jin patiently and gently asked.

He moved his long fingers, which had been lifting her chin, upwards, gently stroking her flushed cheeks with his warm fingertip, watching her blush deepen.

From a cute light pink to a tomato-like deep red.

The warmth of her skin gradually exceeded that of his fingertips.

Jing Xiaocha’s mind was a bit chaotic.

This action of Wen Jin’s left her unable to think straight; she knew she should brush his hand away, yet the gentle caress of his fingertips brought a joy she couldn’t control.

She liked him treating her like this.

And shamelessly, she wished time would stop in this instant, to enjoy his gentleness.

Even if the gentleness came as a result of his earlier anger. She couldn’t bear to brush his hand away.

After waiting for a while, Wen Jin finally sighed softly and murmured, "I don’t like you associating with Jin Zheyu."